He’d pissed his pants tracking guitar parts by day two. Day three he threw up for a couple hours then got two songs down before he got the shakes, did a third before he was too drunk to record a fourth. He’d written all the songs, most of the lyrics too. Continue reading
One time, after a fun night, I put my head down on the counter of Cup & Saucer and said nothing. The woman I’d spent the night with asked if I felt “like an empty room.” Continue reading
Leopard Shark (medium) I forgot the sharks. They were literally the first thing that came to mind when I thought about the perfect holiday item for that special someone, and then they fell off the back of the truck. I thought that just because Great White Sharks basically always die in captivity wouldn’t stop someone … Continue reading
A Gun (no link, do your own research) Listen man, I’m not here to tell you how to live your life. It’s a guide not an instruction manual. I’ve never even shot a gun. The last time I held one M***** H*** had put it in my hands next to his van outside the … Continue reading
It has become increasingly evident that a depressed athlete is about as productive as a physically injured athlete. Psychic scarring in an ever changing world with high stakes demands and a bottomless pit of choice after a lifetime of discipline must feel like waking up a house of mirrors every morning. To enter into a … Continue reading
Assorted bar stories and assertions I don’t back up
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Baby Yoda reaches for their second consecutive American Spirit, lighting it thoughtfully and holding in the first drag, just so. Their long ears relax to the sides of their wide head, their large watery dark eyes closed for a pregnant pause. “I mean, I’ll do the coo, if it’s legitimately for a kid, or it’s … Continue reading
I am wearing the Skarhead shirt I bought off Sammy the Mick (RIP) for $5 during the Trapped Under Ice set at the third Sound and Fury festival, the first at the Earl Warren Fairgrounds near Santa Barbara. The moment I arrived, I handed off the keys to my ‘95 Volvo 850 (crimson) to Paul … Continue reading
It was the odd party night in early February New York. The mix of a brutal door and cold weather can send two people home together faster than if they’d actually made it into the club and socialized a bit. My apartment at the time sucked, but it was centrally located and the woman who’d … Continue reading
Children are the sort of ingrates that need to be tricked into nourishment. My parents, lovers of the arts who didn’t decide to have a kid until their very late 30’s, knew this to be a truth. Just a few years ago I convinced my Mom, both of us still grieving a freshly dead father/husband, … Continue reading
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